11 G WHERE THE SPORTSMAN LOVES TO LINGER. 



victor Avitli tlie spoils of war. Even the stolid Indian ouidos 

 could not help ])nt smile at the seipiel to the presentation of 

 that bottle of nervine. The innocent loii-driver thouiiiit he 

 Avas payin<»: honiai^e to some high and miiihty ])otentate, 

 and it seems cold-blooded that a IxMieficiary of his kind- 

 ness should be the first to ])ub]ish the d(M'e])tion to the 

 Avorld. 'J'h(^ KIneo Indian shed a few tears when we i)arted 

 with our last dro]) of ''tire-water/' but afterward admitled 

 that ^^tlie New Yorker knows a trick or two.'' At r>owlin 

 h'alls, Avhere we were to cam]) tliat ni.ulit, ended tlu^ hard 

 ]»art of tlie river. There our escort bade us i^ood-byc^, and 

 we ])itched our tents on tlie brink of the falls, where we 

 were to pass the most memorable night of any yet 

 experienced. 



It was a beautiful moonlight night; onc^ could see the 

 ])assing logs rolling and ])lnnging ovcm- the falls into the 

 whirljxx)! below. ( )ccasi(vnally a jam would form below 

 the falls, and men with dynamile would break it, throw- 

 ing ])ieces of logs from the river valley far back into the 

 woods. Between the plunging logs, roa:- of tlu* waters and 

 discharges of dynamite th«'re was an awful noise the whole 

 night through. All the next day, down to Whetstone, w(^ 

 had many narrow escapes from being crushed, and it re- 

 quired the best kind of a canoeman to save us from being 

 sucked under while rotmding log wings. 



From Whetstone to (irindston(\ the end of our canoe 

 trip, Avas ten miles. From what they told tis up vlvcv about 

 the log jam at (Grindstone, we considered ourselvi^s fortu- 

 nate in getting to Whetstone. At every turn of th(^ river 

 we expected to see our further progress blocked. As luck 

 would have it, we struck the solid jam opposite some sport- 

 ing camps, where aac hired a team to tak(^ us overland to 

 (irindstone, there catching the evening train for Bangor. 



